Chapter 5 of 10

Chapter 5

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Just as he returned to the He residence, He Wuhen took out two silver notes and threw them to A Da and A Er, "You two did a great job today, protecting your master well. This is your reward. Go back and rest, and tend to your injuries."

A Da and A Er hurriedly expressed their gratitude, respectfully receiving the notes. Upon seeing that they were two fifty-tael silver notes, they became even more fawning, feeling that the injuries they suffered today were worth it.

After dismissing the two lackeys, He Wuhen picked up the Blood-Drinking Saber and walked toward the back courtyard of the He residence.

The He residence was vast and luxurious, with seven layers of courtyards. The last courtyard was where the servants and slaves lived, and there was also a large dog kennel there.

The former He Wuhen was very enthusiastic about dog fighting and had spared no expense to acquire over a hundred fierce dogs with strong bloodlines, which were kept in the dog kennel in the back courtyard.

However, now, He Wuhen no longer needed those fierce dogs. He was not the same as the former, who was a useless person with no interest in dog fighting. In fact, after what happened earlier, he had a deep hatred and disgust for these ugly and fierce dogs.

Most importantly, he knew that these fierce dogs were also monsters, and each one killed would grant him ten experience points!

In the back courtyard, many servants were busy. Suddenly, they saw the young master walk in with a saber in his hand, and they all fell silent, keeping their distance, feeling uneasy.

Many servants were secretly guessing, "Who angered the young master this time?"

In the past, several servants who had angered the young master had been beaten to death, so the servants of the He residence were very afraid of this little demon.

However, no one could have imagined that today, the young master would be so angry that he would personally come with a saber to kill someone!

Just as the servants were feeling uneasy and terrified, they noticed that the young master didn't even look at them and went straight to the dog kennel on the east side of the courtyard.

On the east side of the courtyard, there was a row of low wooden houses, which were the dog kennels, housing dozens of dogs of various sizes.

These dogs looked fierce and large, both ugly and vicious. Many of them had noble bloodlines and were valuable breeds that could be bought for thousands of taels of silver on the market.

Of course, from the bloody aura emanating from these dogs, it was clear that they were not cute pet dogs but fighting dogs used for combat!

Two young and strong servants were cleaning the kennels and feeding the dogs. Upon seeing He Wuhen, they immediately put on fawning smiles and bowed to greet him.

"Young master, you're here?"

"Young master, are you here to visit your treasures? Look at that Blood Wolf. I've taken special care of it as you instructed, ready for it to bring glory to you in the arena!"

The two servants bowed and flattered him, trying to please him.

They knew that the young master loved these dogs the most, and as long as they took good care of them, the young master would generously reward them.

However, this time, they were disappointed.

He Wuhen ignored the fawning servants, his eyes scanning the fierce and bloody dogs in the cages. His eyes glowed with a golden light, and a smile spread across his face. He seemed to see countless experience points beckoning to him.

"You two, go and bring out that dog for me!"

He Wuhen casually pointed to a cage in the kennel, where a dog nearly as tall as a person was kept, with blood-red fur and green eyes, truly resembling a wolf, exuding a fierce and bloody aura.

The two servants, not understanding, thought the young master wanted to inspect their work, so they quickly brought out the most fierce and aggressive Blood Wolf.

Although the Blood Wolf was extremely fierce, baring its teeth and trying to bite, the two servants were ninth-level martial disciples, strong and experienced in handling the dog, so they easily brought it to He Wuhen.

"Hmm, very good, very good!" Seeing the fierce and deadly Blood Wolf, He Wuhen nodded in satisfaction.

The two servants, seeing this, thought the young master was pleased with their work. They exchanged glances and were overjoyed, expecting to be rewarded with a large sum of silver.

However, the next moment, He Wuhen's actions left the two servants completely stunned. Instead of taking out silver or silver notes from his sleeve, he raised the black saber in his hand.

"Snap!"

The black saber was raised and fiercely slashed down on the Blood Wolf's neck, a black lightning-like blade of light flashing.

The Blood Wolf, held by the two servants, couldn't even dodge and was beheaded, its large head thudding to the ground, and blood splattering all over the two servants.

"Indeed, it's a precious saber, capable of cutting hair and slicing iron like butter. This blade cut through the dog's neck without any resistance, truly impressive!"

He Wuhen held the Blood-Drinking Saber, growing even more fond of it.

The blade was still stained with fresh blood, but it was quickly absorbed by the Blood-Drinking Saber, which then emitted a sense of joy and happiness.

"Ah! Young master, what are you doing?" The two servants were stunned, still holding the dog leash, not expecting the Blood Wolf to be beheaded.

They couldn't believe that the young master would personally wield a saber to kill his most beloved Blood Wolf. After all, the young master had spent thousands of taels of silver to acquire this dog.

"Hmm? Do I need to explain myself to you?" Seeing the stunned and shocked servants, He Wuhen turned his head, glared at them, and spoke in an unhappy tone.

The two servants, terrified, fell to their knees, crying and begging for mercy, "Young master, we know we were wrong. Please have mercy, don't kill us. Our lives are worthless and should not stain your precious saber!"

Since the two servants were kneeling and begging for mercy, He Wuhen didn't bother to pursue the matter further. He quickly checked his character panel.

The experience points had increased by ten, and he still needed 920 more to reach the fifth-level martial disciple.

Clearly, the dog had given him ten experience points. If he killed 92 more dogs, he would reach the fifth-level martial disciple.

Thinking of this, He Wuhen's mood became incredibly pleasant.

"You two, go and bring out all the dogs from the kennel one by one. I want to practice my saber techniques today!"

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The He residence was grand and luxurious, but it lacked vitality due to the small number of people.

Although the He residence had over 300 guards and servants, the true members of the He family were only a few.

The next morning, in the dining room of the He residence, a large table was filled with a sumptuous breakfast, but only two people were seated.

At the head of the table sat an old man with white hair and beard, but he was still spirited. He was tall and robust, like an iron tower, with bright and clear eyes, clearly a martial arts expert.

This man was the head of the He residence, the Marquis of Qingyuan, He Yaotian, whose strength had reached the eighth-level martial master, making him one of the top five experts in the entire Qingyuan Kingdom.

On the left side of the table sat a young man of about 14 or 15 years old, with a fair complexion and a handsome, refined appearance. He wore a luxurious silk robe, exuding a scholarly and heroic aura.

This young man was He Yaotian's second grandson, He Wuwei, and also He Wuhen's younger brother.

Looking at the abundant food on the large table and seeing only his grandson He Wuwei by his side, even the once heroic He Yaotian couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow, making it hard for him to eat.

At this moment, a report came from the door, and a young man in black quickly walked in. He moved lightly and was full of energy, clearly a martial arts expert.

He came to He Yaotian's side, leaned in, and whispered, "Lord, I have already dealt with the dead dogs in the back courtyard. The servants were very frightened, not knowing why the young master was so angry. They only heard that the young master said he was practicing his saber techniques."

"Hmm, I know. He Feng, you may go now." He Yaotian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, clearly deep in thought.

The young man named He Feng retreated, and the dining room fell silent.

He Yaotian thought for a while but still couldn't figure it out. He couldn't help but frown and mutter to himself, "What is this little brat up to, slaughtering dogs to vent his anger? Those dogs were his most cherished possessions, which he had gone to great lengths to collect. Why would he kill them now?"

Hearing He Yaotian's words, He Wuwei looked up and said to him, "Grandfather, I met my elder brother yesterday, and he seemed to have changed a lot. This incident is proof, isn't it?"

"Brother used to be frivolous and undisciplined, causing you a lot of anger. This time, I think he has truly repented and is determined to change. Look, those dogs were his most beloved playthings, and now he has killed them all with his saber, showing that he will no longer be distracted by trivial matters."

"Brother used to be timid and weak, afraid even to kill a chicken, but now he has become strong. He also said that he was slaughtering the dogs to practice his saber techniques, indicating that he has decided to focus on cultivation!"

"Grandfather, please believe in Brother this time. I think he has truly repented, so please don't punish him."

He Wuwei spoke these words in a rush, showing his urgency.

In the entire He residence, and even in the entire Yujing City, who didn't despise He Wuhen, the frivolous and useless person? Only He Wuwei, his younger brother, would defend him so much.

Hearing He Wuwei's words, He Yaotian glanced at him sideways and said irritably, "Hmph, you always defend your brother. You've said this many times before, but what was the result? Did he ever really change? Didn't he continue to cause trouble?"

He Wuwei was speechless, knowing that his grandfather was right. He couldn't argue, but he still wanted to defend and help his brother, He Wuhen.

Because He Wuwei was mature for his age, thoughtful, and loyal.

Now, the He family was small, and his grandfather was old. He and his brother had lost their parents at a young age, so his family in the world consisted only of his grandfather, brother, and second uncle. Therefore, he cherished this family bond even more.

No matter how frivolous and despicable He Wuhen was, no matter how notorious he was to outsiders, he was still his brother, his blood relative. How could he look down on his own brother like others did?

"Ah, I hope things are as you say, Wuwei, that this little brat will truly change this time!"

"Alright, let's eat. After breakfast, go back to the academy and don't neglect your studies. In the future, when your grandfather is old, the He family will need you to take on the responsibility."

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